The Major's Mission: (An Alpha Alien Romance Novel) (Lords of Zanthar Book 2)

by Liza Probz

  He leapt forward, grabbing the woman with the knife by her hair and dragging her backward.

  “Oww,” it said, turning around suddenly to press the knife against his chest. “Knock it off, or I’ll cut you too.”

  Before Ontarii could respond, the other female had slid her arm around her double’s neck and squeezed, moving back a few inches so that the knife no longer touched his skin.

  Ontarii flushed yellow, unable to control his anger and frustration. He slammed his hand into the creature’s wrist over and over, but it would not drop the knife.

  “Let go of your weapon,” the captain said, squeezing her twin’s throat tighter. “Let it go!”

  The thing in front of him smiled, an evil, cruel smile. Then its arm extended somehow so that the knife was back at Ontarii’s chest. It slashed, the knife slitting open his skin and causing him to gasp in pain.

  “You bitch!” The captain grabbed her wrist with her other arm, increasing the power of the hold around her double’s neck. At this point, the female being choked should have been losing strength. Her face should have been changing colors, and her breath should have been wheezing in and out.

  Instead, there was absolutely no reaction. Just a sinister smile.

  Ontarii knew what to do.

  Faster than a flash, he grabbed the captain’s arms and unwound them from the creature's neck, flinging her backward after forcing her to release her grip. Captain Brooklyn fell to the floor of the bridge, a look of angry betrayal painting her features.

  Ontarii ignored the look. He had no time to comfort the female now. Instead, he grabbed the creature in front of him. His powerful hands slid around its neck and with all his might he jerked its head around.

  For one terrifying moment he doubted himself. If he’d made the wrong choice, the human’s neck would snap like brittle coral in his grasp.

  But it didn’t. The head just turned and turned, until he was facing the back of its head.

  “Holy crap!” The woman on the floor was scooting backward, clearly unnerved by the sight of her own twin with its head twisted a hundred-eighty degrees around.

  Having ascertained that he was dealing with a Hareema infiltrator, Ontarii moved his grip so that his arm was encircling its neck, elbow under its chin. Then, using all the strength he could muster, he pulled upward hard.

  There was a keening sound, coming from the creature beneath him, he assumed. He could feel its neck begin to stretch, like an Earthling confection called salt-water taffy he’d once tasted. As soon as it started to give, he jerked harder, pulling with everything inside of him.

  Suddenly the head popped off of the thing, the connection between head and body turning into a red goo. He could feel the thing vibrating in his hands, and he turned it around so he could see its face.

  “You might have won this round,” it said, its evil eyes glinting golden. “But you won’t win the war.”

  Then the head fell apart, becoming jelly and joining the body on the floor. One moment it looked like a human female, the next it was a pool of red slime.

  Faster than lightning, the pool solidified into a gelatinous mass and scrambled forward. It beat against the bridge door and then liquefied itself again. In a few seconds, it had managed to squeeze itself through the miniscule crack beneath the door. Then it was gone without leaving a trace.

  “Unbelievable,” Captain Brooklyn whispered from the floor.

  Ontarii moved to her side, going down on his knees to face her.

  Her hands were shaking as she extended one toward his chest.

  “You’re hurt,” she said, her voice low.

  Ontarii shrugged. “I’ll be fine. How are you?”

  The captain gave a shaky laugh. “Scared shitless. That was disgusting.”

  Ontarii pulled the woman into his arms and tucked her head under his chin as he held her tightly. “I’m sorry that you had to see that.”

  “No. Don’t apologize. Thank you for saving my life.”

  Cupping her head in his hands, he turned her face up toward his. “I would do anything to make sure you were safe. I would fight any creature, kill anything I had to, if it threatened your life.”

  Her beautiful golden eyes filled with tears.

  “I’m sorry I mistrusted you. I couldn’t be sure. I was so afraid after we found Mike’s body that you’d been replaced by an enemy plant.” She laughed, but it was a bitter sound. “Instead, I was replaced, and you still figured out which one was me. How?”

  Ontarii gave her a small smile. “Because you’re smarter and braver than them. She was nothing like you.”

  Brook wiped at her tears and gave him a knowing smile. “Not too bad for an incompetent captain, huh?”

  Ontarii’s gut twisted at her words.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her hair. “I should have never said those things. They aren’t true. I was just so angry and frustrated. When you marched off down that hallway with your robot pals to fight the whole universe, I was terrified that you wouldn’t come back.”

  Her small hands clutched one of his, bringing it to her face. It was inches from her lips when she stopped. “Your knuckles, they’re all split open.”

  “I was trying to break that damn airlock window. I had to get out and save you somehow.”

  She dropped his hand and grabbed the other one. It was just as battered. She brought his hand to her lips and awarded him a soft kiss on each knuckle.

  Ontarii’s heart expanded in his chest, the feeling so far beyond foreign that he didn’t know how to react. His blood rushed from his center down to his groin and his body stiffened with the need to make the woman in his arms his. He could no longer deny his attraction to this amazing female. He’d do anything to have her. He’d fight an army of Hareema to keep her. It was disturbing, but denying it would be stupid.

  Taking her hands, he pulled her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck. She took the hint and clasped her fingers behind his head. Then Ontarii bent low and kissed her.

  At first his kisses were sweet, tentative. She’d been through so much in such a short time. She deserved all his tenderness.

  But before long, he could no longer restrain himself. He pressed harder, forcing her lips to open beneath his and slipping his tongue inside.

  She tasted like ambrosia. Like the delicacy known on his planet as seafoam. Light and sweet and refreshing. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Under his lips she made little moans and whimpers that drove him crazy, making his cock like steel under his sarong. It was aching, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

  A heart that now belonged to the human female, whether he liked it or not.

  Chapter 19

  Brook couldn’t help but sigh in delight. Major Ontarii was incredible. His lips were beyond soft and the sensual way he licked and kissed at her mouth left her melting. Although she hadn’t had a long-term relationship since she’d decided to make space her career, she’d been a wild child in her youth. She’d kissed plenty of human boys, but none of them had the talent that this handsome alien did.

  His arms were firm and comforting, his scent refreshing and a complete delight to her senses.

  And his tongue, my God is he skilled with it. I wonder what it would feel like all over my body. Or in one particular spot…

  Brook let out a low moan and clutched him tighter. A wave of pleasure washed through her, and taking their attraction a little farther seemed possible for the first time to her. It felt good to surrender to it, to let go of all her fears and worries for one moment and give in to the alien’s seduction.

  Danger was ever-present and they had a fight ahead of them, but for the moment, they were safely locked in the control room.

  She closed her eyes as his mouth moved from hers to travel across her cheek and to her earlobe where it stopped to nibble. The sensation sent shivers through her body and wedged hot arrows of desire deep inside of her stomach.

  His mouth crept lower down her neck, s
ending radiating bursts of warmth with each press of his lips against her skin. When he reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders, he licked it only to receive a deep moan from her.

  Brook’s head fell back in ecstasy. Every fiber of her being was focused on the trail of Ontarii’s lips. He kissed and licked his way down her neck, pausing for a moment at the collar of her flight suit.

  “Tell me I can.” He licked at her neck as his fingers dug into her lower back.

  “Please…”

  His fingers shook as he unzipped her zipper, but before she could comfort him, he moved in like a lightning bolt and continued to move down into her shirt.

  He licked along the border of her plain white undershirt, and a momentary flash of regret hit her. Brook wished she were dressed in sexy lingerie and not her boring functional clothes. It didn’t seem to matter to Ontarii though, which helped to ease her anxiety over it.

  She opened her eyes to drink him in. He was beautiful with his exotic masculinity. His skin had flushed to a dusky purple, which was the color of arousal if she remembered correctly. Tingles ran through her at the base knowledge that she had the same effect on him that he had on her.

  “Captain Brooklyn,” he whispered, his lips leaving her chest to return to her ear. “You’re such a beautiful woman.”

  Brook wanted to laugh at the formality of her name. “You don’t have to call me ‘captain’. My name is Jennifer, but most everybody calls me ‘Brook’.”

  “‘Jennifer’ is a lovely name.” His voice was husky and filled with promised pleasure. “Almost as lovely as you are. I want you out of this suit.”

  He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers again, eating up the long moan that rolled off her tongue. He pressed his tongue deep into her mouth and tightened his grip on the back of her head as he made love to her mouth. She held on for the ride and tried not to whimper at the delicious sensations that rolled through her in suffocating waves.

  “Jennifer,” he said, when she finally pulled away for air. “I want you like I’ve never wanted another female.”

  I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted another man. In that we are matched.

  His hands settled under her arms as he guided her to her knees before he unzipped the suit a little lower. “We’re safe in here, right?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She pulled away just long enough to stand up, and grabbed his hands to pull him up to join her. She pressed her body against his, looping her arms around his neck, forcing him to bend to kiss her.

  After a few moments of the heated embrace, he growled in frustration against her neck.

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her core pulsing with desire to be taken violently by the man in front of her. His growl did something to her insides and her whimpers lifted from her lips whether she wanted them to or not.

  In a sudden movement, he grabbed her zipper and pulled it all the way down as he growled again.

  She took the hint and bent low to untie her boots and pull off her socks. Stepping out of her suit, she ripped her undershirt over her head and reached for him again. She was left dressed in her nude satin bra and matching panties.

  He moved back a little, letting his eyes travel over her. Everywhere they roamed, they left a trail of fire behind.

  She put her hands on her hips and straightened her shoulders. “Well?”

  His smile was slow and wide, his tongue deep pink as he licked at his perfect lips. “You’re magnificent, but I expected nothing less.”

  He reached for her and slid his hand over the curve of her rear, lifting her and forcing her to wrap her legs around him. Ontarii pressed her against the wall and ground into her, the size of his arousal scaring her momentarily. Unlike him, she hadn’t gotten the chance to study other life forms. Were his parts the same as a human male’s?

  Guess I’m finding out.

  Sliding her legs around his waist, Brook wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to the front of him. Then she took her time and kissed his nose, his cheeks, and his eyelids. By the time she reached his mouth, he was ravenous for her and stole her breath in a deep kiss.

  She couldn’t help but roll her against him. He felt so good. So strong. So powerful and masculine. His hands massaged her ass, squeezing and releasing before slipping into her panties and running over the wet skin of her sex. Desire burst through her and she arched, forcing the tip of his fingers inside of her.

  “You like that?” He licked at her ear and played with her, slipping his finger inside of her before rolling it over her swollen flesh.

  “So good,” she groaned and rocked against him, not caring at all how she looked or what he might think. It had been too damn long, and she wasn’t willing to take it slow anymore. Death was most likely sitting at her door. One last fuck would do everyone good.

  She was ready to move from the foreplay stage to something much more hot and heavy, but he was taking his time. She held on to his shoulders and started to work her way down his body with concentration.

  He loosened his grip enough for her to slide down until her hips were nestled next to his. This time, when she pressed herself against him, he let out a long, low moan. The soft wetness of her body rolled against his erection and they both let out sounds of pleasure. The only thing keeping them apart was her thin panties and his sarong. She pressed against him again and he took a sharp intake of breath.

  “You little minx.” He let go of her rear, leaving her hanging against him. She took the hint and lowered herself to the floor, but not before taking the opportunity to further torture him by pressing herself against his cock one last time.

  When her feet touched the bridge floor, she wasted no time divesting herself of the last of her clothing. Her bra came off first, and she had enough presence of mind to make a show of it. She undid the clasps, then oh-so-slowly pulled the cups away from her breasts.

  Ontarii’s eyes widened as he took her in. “Perfect.”

  Brook covered her breasts with her hands and turned around, looking back at him over her shoulder and taking in his look of abject disappointment.

  The amount of power she had over him was heady, and she hoped it would last. She owed him a big apology for not believing in him, but hopefully their sex would bind them together even tighter than before.

  Sliding her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, she began to move them downward, inch by inch, slowly exposing herself to his gaze as she bent over.

  His eyes were riveted on her body, and it left her feeling beautiful, desired. She stood, turned and moved closer to him as she bit at her lip. He smiled and glanced down at her, the need in his gaze lighting her on fire.

  Drunk with the power of his attraction, Brook took the last step to reach him, her shoulders back, head held high. He wanted her, right there, right now, and damnit, he would have her.

  She reached for him and he fell upon her like a hurricane hitting the shore. The force of his desire was almost palpable, but hers was just as powerful.

  Wasting no time she began pulling at the straps that crossed his shoulders. He laughed, and it was a low, throaty sound that made her body clench tightly. He pushed her hands away and worked to remove the straps and the sarong himself. She moved back to admire the view and lost her breath in the process.

  His body was the sexiest she’d ever laid eyes on. He was tall and broad, with muscles that bulged and rippled like those she imagined would belong to a god. His skin was a deep purple, and his body was smooth from his face to his toes.

  His cock was long and thick, the head large and colored a beautiful violet to match his body. It pulsed slightly and she couldn’t help but reach for him, wanting to stroke it a few times before they made love.

  God, I hope it fits. Those words became a litany in her head. She wanted to drop to her knees in worship, but her body cried out for attention. It was time to make Major Ontarii hers.

  She grabbed his shoulders and jumped, hoping he would catch he
r.

  He seemed to read her mind and wrapped his strong arms around her, his hands clasping on to her ass tightly. He worked her against himself, forcing her to rub her hot center against his offering. He groaned in tandem with her and kissed her hard again.

  Walking them over to a deactivated console, he settled her atop it.

  She leaned back to give him a view of her, and trembled at the hungry look in his eyes.

  “Mine,” he growled and ran his fingers down her stomach and through the soft patch of hair just above her sex.

  “Yes,” she whispered, not sure she would survive what was to come, but fully willing to try just for the untapped pleasure he was sure to bring.

  He leaned in and pressed his lips to her nipple, sucking softly and circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. The sensation became even more intense when he gently scored her nipple with his teeth.

  When she didn't think she could take the pleasure anymore, he switched over to her other breast. The torment began anew, and she loved every second of it.

  Brook couldn't take it any longer. If she didn't feel him inside of her, she was going to die from wanting. She grabbed the tendrils on his head, marveling at how soft and flexible they were. Then she guided his face back to hers.

  "Please, fuck me," she whispered, licking at his lips.

  Ontarii nodded and moved in between her legs fully, forcing her to loop her knees over his hips. His eyes were on the lower halves of their bodies, but she couldn’t help but watch his face. The very thought of bringing him pleasure left her lost and greedy for more power over him.

  His fingers probed her a little more and she cried out, swatting at him.

  “I need you. Stop teasing me," she said, leaning up and biting his chest softly.

  He growled and she shook, loving the sound of the rumble she felt in his chest. "I have to make sure you're ready. I don't want to hurt you."